A Fishy Day At Bay

on a solitary rock, by the shore, a young man sits
dreaming his untold future, the spluttering sprays
banging the rock, returns back, filling water in pits
sea retreats in agony, striking again angrily on her prey

the candy man rings the bell, people run behind for a bite
the balloons sway in his hands- bright red, blue and pink
the shells, hiding an unknown craftsman, rests at the sales site,
the groundnut covers, mango peels, the leftover snacks, stink

sinking legs, wander aimlessly across the shore, holding hand
sometimes alone, like two creepers intertwined, joy and sorrow guise
the breaking dawn, sun rises, to the silent command of magic wand
I look upon through the net, the arid faces, ripping hungry and fiery eyes

enjoying weepily my solo day on shore; few hours afore, from the cold sea bed
waving my friends, I had gone astray into the net, envisioning the shore gleam;
suicidal I have been, caught in men's glitters of a wonder world afar, held
by cruel hands, I knew not, this isn't my place; travelling back alive- just a daydream.